A notification pinged on the dashboard—Nala texting that they were heading home and asking if I wanted anything. I tapped one of the preset replies: thumbs down.
Kayla flicked her eyes toward me. I did too. She looked like she was about to say something heavy, then backed out and shook her head.
"What?" I asked.
"I thought you were just a jerk," she admitted. "But you… managed to surprise me."
"I can be a jerk when I want to," I shrugged. "But I try to be a decent guy."
"More than decent." She reached out and rested her hand on my shoulder.
A stupid grin crept onto my face before I could stop it. Subtle? Not even a little. I cleared my throat and focused on the road again.
